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I have
added this page to share some images
and the poetry we created on the elements banner project
walk from Poole to Bournemouth along Sandbanks beach on
19th May 2005. The banners are being created by local day
centres and will be on display ina local church and the
day centres shortly. This project is in connection with
Poole Arts Development Unit.
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Connecting
our Community |
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Kitesurfing
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Riverbed on the sand
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Erosion exposing the sandstone
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Jurassic
Walk
Is that not terrific? Look at that! Sedimentary sandstone
landscape, timeless and fossilised. Fissures, crumbling rock
clinging to windblown roots, threatening to tumble trees.
What can you imagine? Can you imagine living dinosaurs;
people in bearskins chasing woolly wild mammoth; hunting,
battling the elements, sheltering in animal-painted caves
and spearing monstrous, ugly fish from the rivers and sea.
Do they imagine us, aeons hence, walking on the seabed in
jeans, stopping for a picnic lunch in tropical gardens, where
the river once ran high above? Now, way below, an ornamental
stream is sparkling, reflecting clingfilm-wrapped sandwiches.
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Walk and Talk
Is it time for lunch?
What made those footprints?
A tree! A river in the sand.
Are we going home?
It's a vulture! Dinosaurs!
Can you imagine cavemen?
A low roar on the sound boom.
Is it time for lunch?
Earth, air, fire and water
are the elements.
Sandstone, sediments,
erosion, evolution.
Rosy cheeks and rosy noses.
A ship on the horizon,
longshore drift, landslip,
chines, red white blue,
picnic in the gardens,
safe for swimmers.
Is it time for lunch?
20p a chip! Cuttlefish
and seaweed, that will smell!
Old Harry lost his wife,
173 beach huts at £40 a week.
Is it time for lunch?
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Patriotic
Rosy cheeks and rosy noses
sandstone fades to russet heights.
Rusty, unprotected padlocks
Sunset and the sky ignites.
White, dry sand in white-hot sunlight,
thermals throw high gulls and clouds,
seashore frothy washed in surfsuds
ice cream, you scream, white, bright loud!
Beach-hut blues to shelter windgusts
sky a million colours blue
azure sea whipped wild with wind
speeds kitesurf stuntman into view. |
Treeprints |
Adrian recording sea sounds |
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Treeprints
Leaning over the wall, we see
footprints, pawprints,
prints from a tree.
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Elementary
What's playing in our hair?
What's crashing on the beach?
What's under our feet?
What are we walking on?
What's the last one?
Where's the fire?
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Half Way |
Elementary Verses
i
Six seagulls in the sky, swooshed
high on thermal energy. A kitesurfer
leaps the waves, airborne with gulls.
Spinnakers rattle and vibrate, our cheeks
slapped red and hair playfully thrown around.
Sound boom high, electronic ears open,
entraps the distant roar of a dinosaur.
ii
River channel through soft sand
sculpting the beach as the land
was sculpted millennia ago, hard
to imagine we would have been
underwater but for a timewarp.
The sea continues to munch the
rocks, evolution before our eyes.
We sip our drinks, silently.
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Sedimentary sandstone, eroded,
battered by the elements, trees
cling heroically, roots blown free
to dangle helplessly. Houses slither
ever closer edgewards, inhabited
by those who like to live dangerously.
iv
Fire in our soles on hot sand,
fired earth strata red streaks,
firesky sonata plays to dusk,
fire windslapped on cheeks.
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